Khalil Gibran

Your daily life is your temple and your religion.

If you would know God, look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

And all work is empty save when there is love.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

And stand together yet not too near together: for the pillars of the temple stand apart, and the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of the lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.